Nan Hanwen sighed: "My eyes get restless from the noise of words."
The young book boy was puzzled.
How could words disturb the eyes?
Can eyes hear?
Nan Hanwen didn't say much, just smiled while drinking tea, picked up his prepared documents, glanced at those on the table, Qu Hanxiu's lifelong studies, he learned the words from these documents, then recorded new things.
And spread them throughout future generations?
He suddenly laughed.
He thought of an ingenious idea!
You only mentioned wanting eternal fame, but didn't specify what kind of name, right?
Thus, Nan Hanwen decided to spread Qu Hanxiu's documents, and the letters from someone wise yet shrewd, who could have yelled for fame by pulling someone's ear.
People a thousand years later will have their eyes disturbed by this guy too!
Nan Hanwen smiled, looked at the new work, and said: "Old man."
Go converse with people a thousand years later!
